Ring ring goes the phone.
Sitting home all alone.
Pick it up and you'll see.
Your last breath,
Here your scream.
Ball comes out.
Shiny and red.
Close your eyes.
Now your dead.
YOU ARE READING
That Time Of Year
PoetryA short or long rhyme describing a movie I watched or have not watched with music that inspired me to write it. Most of the time I do have an idea of what the movie is about.
